Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-03-19

away Iufo sho ~ aJA navy JolbVN
the church triumphant. but we have
four thousand and more left for
the church militant. To arms
Quit you like men! We van no
reserve corps among them. Go into
action all of you. Some will be officers
and commando; some will make cav
airy charge; some will be sharpshoot-
ers; some will stand guard; some will
be on picket duty. Many of you will
belong to the rank and file. Let there
be no stragglers, none off on furlough,
not one deserter. With Christ for COM
mander-in-chief, and the one-starred,
blood-striped banner OF manager and
cross to lead us. | give the order that
the general in the war gave when rising
in his stirrups. his hair flying in the
wind, he cried out till I'll the host heard
him,
FORWARD, Til WHOLE LINEw
There 10 also something IN such a
cen to deeply impress one, because it
rehearses n death scene. Now, YOU
know, there is something very touch
ing in such an incident. Though you
are in a hotel and "A stranger is dying,
how softly you o about the place;
and if you come up to his couch it is
with uncovered head. Even the voice
OF the Jester is stopped, and when the
eyes of that stranger are closed it is with
emotion. But | am to tell you this
morning Of a death such as has never
before occurred. When we die, we
| die for ourselves, and the crisis is allie
waited by all beneiicent ministries.
Bathings for the hands, bathings for
the head, bathings for the feet, the
light urned down low or set in just the
right placc-all the Offices of affection
about us when we come to die. But
not so with Jesus. He died not for
Himself, but He died in torment, and
He died for others. He might have
moved around in gardens made by His
W hand, an earthly p~otentate amid
VINEYARDS AND OLIVE GROVES
sloping to the sea. Instead of being
tossed in the fishing boat Tiberius He
might have chosen a sunshiny day
and r pleasant wave for the
lake crossing. Instead OF being
followed by an uuwashcd rabblc He
might have charmed %sanhedrims and
universities with His e~loauence. In
stead Of a cross and a bunch of twisted
brambles on his brow he might have
died in the castle Of a Roman mer-
chant, the air bland with lilies and
frankincense. But no; he died in tor
ture! the good for the bad; the kind
for the cruel; the wise for the ignorant;
the divine for the human. o. how
tenderly we feel ,oward any one who
has done a great kindness. and per-
haps at tho imperilling IF his own life!
How we ought to feel toward
CHRIST, THE CAPTAIN OF SALVATION,
on the white horse, riding down our
foes; but in the moment he made the
victorious charge the lances Of death
struck him.
There was n very touching scene
among an Indian tribe in the last CEN
fury. 1t seems that one of the chief
tains had slain q man belonging to IN
opposite tribe. and that tribe came up
and said: 1--WE will exterminate you
unless you surrender the man who
committed that crime" The chief.
tain who did the crime stepped out
from the ranks and said: II am not
afraid to die, but | have a wife and
four children, and / have a father aged
and a mother aged. whom | support by
hunting, and | sorrow to leave them
helpless" Just as he said that his old
father from behind stepped out and
said: HE shall not die. / take his
place. am old and well-stricken in
years. / can do no good. l might as
well die. My days are almost over.
He cannot be spared. Take me-" And
they accepted the sacrifice. Wonderful
sacrifice! you say; but not so wonder.
full as that found in the gospel, for We
deserved to die-aye, we were SEN
fenced, when Christ, not worn out with
years, but in the flush Of His youth,
said: Save that man from going down
to the pit.
AN HIS RANSOM.
Put his burdens on my shoulders. LIE,
his stripes fall on my back. Take
my heart for his heart. Let me die
that he may live" Shall 1t be told to.
day in heaven that Notwithstanding all
those wounds. and all that blood, and
all those tears, and all that agony, you
would not accept himP
"Was 1t for crimes that ] had done,
He greaned upon the treei
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree"
There is no woe amid the surround
ings Of that scene that impresses me
more than that of His own mother.
You need not point her out to me. /
can see by the sorrow, the anguish, the
woe. by the upthrown hands. That all
means mother. "Oh," you say, ''why
didn't she GO down TO the foot OF the
hill and sit with her back 10 the scenee
1t was 90 horrible for her to look up
on Do you not know when a child
is in anguish or trouble il always
makes n
HEROINE OF NOTHERP
Take her away. you say, from the
cross. You cannot drag her away.
She will keep on looking; as long as
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